16 I Lust You

"Why don't we ask your son then? I wanna see how he turns you on. He may be paraplegic but I know he still has that capability to pleasure you!" I suggest. She is flustered but immediately regains her composure.

"Are you suggesting a threesome with my son?" Mrs. Martin asks nervously yet there's a glint of excitement and joy in her voice. I smile.

"If you put it that way." I give her a conviction more than a hint and she's loving it. She immediately picks up her phone and calls her bodyguard-slash-fuck buddy- no, more of like a boy toy. A well-built man with a doggish attitude, always ready to lick his master's pain away.

After the short call, she turns to me. "I am starting to like you more than my son's good-for-nothing wife."

"Why is that?" As if I don't know the answer, I try to coat my tone with curiosity and superficial interest not to sound scornful as upsetting her is the last thing I want at the moment.

"Well... you know she's never open about life---a narrow-minded bitch!" Her hatred is apparent in her voice although she's trying so hard to sound casual. I tilt my head, trying to contemplate why she hates her so much.

"But...," I say, twitching my lips. She knows I'm not convinced. "... she's... your daughter, ain't she?"

"She WAS my daughter before she stole Andrei from ME!" she screams. It still gives me chills whenever I am reminded of the fact that the woman in front of me thwarted her children's bright futures. It makes me sick to my stomach. I know how devious Mrs. Martin is but I never anticipated the avalanche of lies she has in her closet.

There's a knock on the door.

A mixture of shock, a bit of angst, and loads of excitement are in Andrei's eyes as soon as he sees his naked mom open the door for him.

"What are you doing here, baby?" he asks. I am confused as to whom he is saying it to, so I remain quiet. I watch Mrs. Martin as she pushes Andrei's wheelchair. My eyes are transfixed on Andrei's nervous reaction and his mother's wicked grin. While Andrei's eyes are avoiding me, Mrs. Martin's are challenging.

"Mom, why is she in your room?" Andrei's voice is soft and trembling. His mother shrugs then she helps him transfer from his wheelchair to her bed. Supported by pillows, he sits straight, leaning on the headboard.

He impulsively clutches the sheets as I approach him. I smirk. "Easy, baby. I'm not gonna harm you," I whisper. Andrei gasps when I sit in front of him. "Don't be scared, baby. Just be a good boy and you'll be alright," I say. He nods without letting go of the sheet in his hands.

Mrs. Martin's reaction is funny. Heat flares in her eyes. She is shocked by the amount of fear her son has when he sees me, something she thinks only she possesses. She clears her throat, getting the attention of her son.

"Andrei, I want you to make mama happy, okay?" Her voice is full of seduction and I can see firsthand how Andrei changes from nervous and scared to sexually hungry. Mrs. Martin grins triumphantly at me. I keep a straight face but deep inside, I want to throw up so badly as soon as I watch them kiss passionately. I have never been repulsed. I've been through a lot but this is revolting.

"Are you just gonna stand there? Why don't you join us? This is your idea after all!" Mrs. Martin says sarcastically. I sigh harshly. Andrei groans when his mother comes undressing me and kissing all my private parts. I want to act aroused but my disgust is overwhelming. I moan, I whimper to give her a sense of satisfaction.

Satisfied, at last, she pushes me to her son. I kiss him as hungrily as he responds, trying my very best not to puke. Then, Mrs. Martin yanks my hair, causing me to jolt.

"Suck him!" she commands.

Andrei screams in pleasure when I give him a deep-throat. He shivers in ecstasy. "Fuck! Oh, fuck!" He clasps the sheets tighter. Then his screams are muffled when his mother makes him lap her. It's her turn to moan. I keep gagging not because of his length but I am utterly sickened by the scene. Andrei's face glistens like mine as he eats his mom out and fondles me at the same time. Our bodies are covered in sweat, exuding a poignant smell of sex.

"Where are you?" I ask silently. "What's taking her long?" I can't take it any longer. Any minute or so, I'm gonna lose my patience and kill these two, not just yet. Not until the transfer is done.